The organist notes echo in the chapel

The choir sweetly sings Amazing Grace

Strong scent of lilac greets the mourners

Loved ones hiding tears behind black lace

That long black Cadillac waits by the curb

For my last ride throughout the town

Six men standing tall and straight

Will carry me to my final resting ground

A cold drizzle of rain was falling

Seems it always happens just that way

I knew no one could see me hovering

Floating as they bowed their heads to pray

I thought of all the things I left unsaid

That now I’d never get to say again

I wished I could tell them all I loved them

Perhaps it might have eased their pain

Now the cold clumps of clay resonate

And the small crowd drifts away

They’ve said goodbye to all that was

To exit from this place of death where I must stay.